Now's the time
To lay it on the line
Though I'm still uptight
It kind of feels right
Much too young to die
Not too proud to cry
Sometimes we fight
All through the night
You know our sex
Has lost its fight
Don't want to whine
But I don't like your design
Terrible line
Other girls on my mind
Know what to do
So please don't cry
Kiss away the help
Before we say goodbye